I've worked myself to exhaustion before. I was so young, and I thought I could do everything; it was just too much for my body and my mind.
I don't really belong to that world and I don't think anyone's going to miss me. I'm much happier just to write myself out of the script entirely.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.
I have a picture of myself in my mind as I walk around every day, until I look in the mirror-and then I'm stunned.
People have asked me about playing outsiders. I don't consider myself an outsider. Maybe that's why I'm interested in that. I'm not really sure.
I really don't even think of myself as being Jewish except when I'm in Germany.
There's a lot of times that both myself and my brother wish, obviously, that we were just completely normal.
I didn't stutter when I was reading lines in a script. When I got away from myself, I didn't have that problem.
There's a line that separates having confidence and being conceited. I don't cross that line, but I have a lot of confidence in myself.
I have been expelled from five different schools when I was a kid. And I learned basically all what I do by myself.
I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
I still call myself a communist, because communism is no more what Russia made of it than Christianity is what the churches make of it.
I've had quite a lot to conquer in myself apart from writing. Not that I've been a pure angel when I come to the end of it.
I was scared of the dark. Ohhhh, I'd do anything not to have to sleep on my own. I'd get in bed and cover myself with dolls and teddy bears.
I wish I had never taken naked pictures of myself on a phone to send to a girl. It's the worst thing ever.
I can't bear shopping. I can choose clothes for my characters, but not for myself. I've got no dress sense. Or I've lost it.
I feel like I have to top myself every film I do, and it gets hard.
Spurred by Amy’s death I’ve tried to salvage unwilling victims from the mayhem of the internal storm and am always, always just pulled inside myself.
Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.
Q: Have you been released or are you still a Beta version? A: No official release of myself will ever follow! Q: Then, you are not! A: I
I take some pride in... representing myself exactly how I would like to have my son remember me to his kids.
